Follow Through.

I low key can’t believe I’ve been writing for this blog for two weeks. I feel myself growing. I have a little more than two weeks until my 30th birthday, and it’s been hard writing every day, but God has given me something to write about every day. It’s like manna from heaven. I’ve been challenged to […]

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It’s OK to Ask God “Why?”

Despite starting this blog and sharing some of my most vulnerable thoughts with you, I would still say I’m a private person. I don’t overshare on social media, because often when people do, it feels disingenuous. So keeping in that vein, I didn’t say much when my favorite aunt passed last year. She was one […]

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Doing the Least.

You know how people can be extra and do the most? Is it possible to do the least? If it is, I did that today. I didn’t want to go to work or exercise, but I did because I have bills and goals. Today was blah, today was meh. So by 3 o’clock, I was in […]

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I’m Mad at Kevin Hart.

I’ve been trying to suppress my feelings about this, but I’m mad at Kevin Hart. Y’all I’ve become a ghost Kevin Hart follower. I haven’t liked any of his posts and have stopped watching his Snapchat stories since his cheating scandal last month. And I love his Snap stories, dude is hilarious. I just need time to breathe. After he […]

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Trini Dem Girls

Last week marked the twelveth year of my maternal grandmother’s passing. Granny was a colorful, wise and fun, yet stern woman. She and my grandfather lived in Trinidad, but Granny would spend months at a time with us in the States. Of my four grandparents, she was the one I knew most. She passed during […]

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Mr. Wendall.

There’s a homeless man who I see frequently on my way home from work. He’s usually very composed and has a calm demeanor. Today he was different and by my standards, out of character. He was rowdy, disorderly and aggressive. As I rode up beside him in my Uber, he was standing uncomfortably close to a woman’s window, […]

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